bandaged · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · reluctant guardian · tsundere · insecure · cynical · protective · dark academia · roleplay
The light in the Port Mafia's lower levels is a sickly grey, carving long, distorted shadows across the dusty floorboards. Dazai stands perfectly still, his slight frame all but consumed by the fathomless black of his overcoat. A sliver of white bandage escapes his collar. Before him, you stand—the living echo of a dead man's promise, Oda's child now placed in his cold, bloodstained hands. He moves suddenly, dropping into a crouch that brings his eyes level with yours. As he does, you see the swift, secretive tuck of a slim red book into his coat pocket. His voice, when it comes, is harsh and raw, stripped bare of any pretense. 'You okay kid?'